Symi Dream

Living on a Greek island

A Greek island blog from Symi in the Dodecanese islands of Greece. "James’s great talent lies in his careful observation of the absurd and the amusing, the dramas and the difficulties..." Anne Zouroudi.

Symi Dream - Living on a Greek island

Sleepless drainage

Sleepless drainage

I had one of those nights last night. Bed at just after nine and off to sleep. Woke at 22.50 thinking it was time to get up. It wasn’t. Same happened at 00.10. Rinse and repeat at 01.34, 01.50 and then at 02.12 and finally gave up on the idea at 02.30, wide awake and looking forward to getting some work done. Peaceful and quiet down below in Yialos, apart from one idiot who thinks it’s macho to remove his/her baffles and roar his 50 cc motorbike in the early hours. Didn’t disturb me as I was awake but glad I wasn’t trying to sleep nearby. Next thing I know it’s dawn and time for lunch. I think a siesta will be in order later as we are dining out tonight. I may be asleep in my kolokithokeftethes otherwise.

An advantage of early rising; the night view (a few mornings ago)

An advantage of early rising; the night view (a few mornings ago)

While in Yialos tonight, I need to organise some boat tickets. I am off to Rhodes for Saturday and Sunday so there may be no blog next Monday, and then the following Friday, I am off to Tilos for a week, so may take a break then too – from the blog I mean. I am there to write so will probably be working longer hours as there will be fewer disturbances. So, if I ‘go dark’ you will know why. Or, if I am off-and-on for the rest of this month, you will know why.

Later in the morning, still an impressive sight/

Later in the morning, still an impressive sight (different day)

If you have been following our water issues, you’ll be delighted to know that there was another plumbing emergency on Monday afternoon. This one wasn’t draining the water from our limited tank, so we weren’t directly affected, but water was trickling through a wall downstairs in the unoccupied flat. The strange thing is, on the other side is the ground beneath the road. The soil pipes from our place travel along the kitchen ceiling down there, and there are other large pipes that seem to come and go from nowhere (it’s rather Steampunk), and we, that’s me, the landlord and his plumber, were baffled for a while. I think it might be a large pipe from the landlord’s house opposite that travels beneath the road to meet up with this house’s drainage, but it didn’t smell nasty, and nothing upstairs was being flushed, drained or run, so it’s still a mystery. Another plumber came at seven in the evening, and after a while, everything went quiet down there, so I assume it was, in the end, an easy fix. And now, twelve hours later, I think I might go back to bed.

I assume the cat was lapping up the salt after the logs for et bakery were washed in the sea? I have no idea.

I assume the cat was lapping up the salt after the logs for the bakery were washed in the sea? Oh no, that’s sponges. He was licking something… I have no idea.